don't look

don't stop don't stand 
and stare while the turning 
turns - it becomes clear 
and the brown comes down 
gone the glitter the silver 
grey the gold run

and you feel your feet sore 
and your heart breaks 
at the muck and the 
rakes, the dirty leaves dirty 
soles, the frosty words 
the poison steeps

don't stop and stare don't
stand and look there - the
brown comes down to
swallow
and the blue is gone

but the circle is all there is 
it goes on and on 
the rungs fitting easy 
the feet the useful 
tread the groove worn 
in skin - stay on it 
stay in 
and don't look down

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